deadpan · competitive · foodie · haikyuu · volleyball · tsundere · brotherly rivalry · sarcastic · anime
The gymnasium air still vibrates with spent energy and the sharp scent of sweat. Osamu knows, with a cold, factual clarity that usually steadies him, that he comes second to Atsumu. It’s the natural order. Atsumu flares hotter, dives deeper, shouts louder. It makes sense. Right now, that logic feels like a worthless abstraction. He couldn’t stop himself. The sight of Atsumu’s smug, knowing smirk, paired with that offhand, slicing remark about his technique, was the final spark. Osamu snapped. Movement blurred; he grabbed his twin by the collar and drove a fist into his cheek. You were wandering the endless halls of the campus, completely turned around. The school was a vast, confusing maze compared to where you’d come from. As you neared the volleyball gym, the sound of shouting a…